why lie?

Seriously, why lie? If youre 30+ you act as if a google search isn’t possible. Like if you say you’re not seeking other mistresses and we’ve just talked for like 2 weeks, I’m not believing you.

I can backwards look up your phone or email, as I am on various kink pages myself. I can inductively reason youre a big fat liar if I find you active elsewhere.

Like its not hard.

so stop lying to my face.

I will block you lol

02/11/2020

I’m a realist, but I love to philosophize and ponder unrealistic ideas.

My personality type if INFJ, for those who are interested in knowing.

My own life has lead me to live incredible experiences. Some great and enthralling, and others somber and depressing.

Because I have lived a full life at 23, nothing can really surprise me and I can’t be easily fooled. My first serious relationship was with someone who was dominant, but neither of us knew about BDSM or the Lifestyle. He controlled every aspect of my life, what I could and couldn’t wear, restricted who I could talk to etc. etc. and he would gaslight me. Anyways, point being I was in abusive relationship and I vowed I wouldn’t allow myself to be in one again nor subject someone to the same tactics that I was subject to.

So why do you men push me to be that? I don’t want to be who I am not. Loving me is half of true submission, the other half is training and molding a submissive into my version of the perfect man.

Thats how I view it. Like this isn’t just about kinks for me, and wearing all that leather/latex/sexy shit that mainstream media likes to shit out.

I’m not like other females. Just because my life is so unique I know nobody has ever lived a life similar to me. My life has molded me into who I am today, and what I want is to build a life with someone and mold him into my perfect partner.

Kicking guys in the balls ,

Is the most fun thing to do in heels.

I can’t wait to do it again! I get so happy and get into domme mode so fast. It is sad that not all men can tolerate a delicious and perfect knee right at the base of their cock, spreading and seperating each testicle right in the middle of where they meet.

01/06/2020

Being in love is a state of submission in itself. Loving someone who doesn’t reciprocate is draining and painful, yet we can’t help our emotions.

I want out.

I don’t enjoy how I feel. My judgment becomes clouded, and I repress my intuition. My mind says I’m stupid for falling for you.

I can’t help but think of the worst, and it seems you enjoy seeing me get on my knees and revere you.

Maybe you think confidently every day that I believe all of the lies, but the truth is I simply play along.

I hate the fact that I’m monogamous emotionally and sexually, that even entertaining the thought of fucking someone else is hard to do. For a fleeting moment it’s there, and then I realize my own truth, and then it’s gone.

I will continue loving you, because I know that I can’t help myself.

I will continue to blindingly love you, because I know that in this life everything you do comes back to you.

stoned thought

I think D/s can be romantic, or is. For me at least, the concept of serving another is an example of humility and the ability to be multifaceted.

and I think my ideal partner in life would be someone who could be everything to me, and I to them.

is that little too much?

Phallic wielding fuck

I am growing every day more and more resentful towards men.

All men do is ruin women’s lives. Men are the shit smeared on the bottom of a pair of shoes. Disgusting, repugnant, and annoying until completely removed. And sometimes complete disposal of the shoe is the only option, which sucks because shoes cost money and that well could have been your favorite shoe.

I think older men are the grossest and worst of the lot. At least (some) young men can offer excellent Ken bodies to play with, or a nice cock with the energy to match. Old men once they get attention they think it’s because they still have some sort of playboy in them. Trust me, hot girls like me would NEVER even look at you unless we think you have money. I mean, you worked hard, right ? You should have money to spend, right ?

The way you eye fuck me disgusts me. I wish you had enough balls to pay me for molesting my Goddess body with your malicious gaze. If you even wanted a shot at me, you should start by saying hi, introducing yourself and probably offering me a fancy dinner or money for simply bothering me.

Don’t forget how gross and outdated you are. That’s why you cheat on your wife to get the thrill. At least use some of your baby boomer capitalist swine money to fund my life in exchange for the privilege of being taken into consideration by me or even recognized by me.

who knows what Love is? 10/02/19

this blog post is inspired by the song by Strawberry Switchblade…

I tend to fall in love with minor things. The rhythm of a song, the smell of certain flora, the smile or laugh of a stranger. It makes me happy to appreciate the details in life, and I hold them dear to my heart because I think each day is a gift and one should find something to be grateful in the trans course of their 24 hour period.

Each memory I make, especially those that bring me to smile, I keep them close to my heart and before I rest my head on my pillow I think of them again. Perhaps due to my empathetic nature, it is very easy for my emotions to be jostled by simple things. Perhaps due to me having nothing for the majority of my life I find value in things one wouldn’t glance over twice.

My life is not average, I am not average. I am not a pro domme, but have the ability to be. I choose to be who I am, and choose to be with certain people….

The people I keep in my life, it is because I love them or care for them deeply. There are very few people I stay in touch with. I want to know that they are happy, and if they are not, I want them to share their emotions with me.

My heart is a big house. But lately I feel it has been your halfway house.

You live here, with support and comfort. But I know your intentions are to leave once you are at your best.

Don’t forget where you came from, don’t forget where you were before and who you were before, and where you were while you worked to become the best person you could be.

Everything that comes around goes around, and maybe one day you will remember the support you had, and that this heart was a home for you and that is no longer yours.